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Sunday, July 21, 2013

Love is a four letter word

Love warms my lips,
The four-letter-word,
The word I hesitate to use,
It makes me vulnerable,
It means I care,
It makes all of the other words moot
To speak it is to admit it.
To speak it is to strip naked - bare my heart - mean it - beg reciprocation -
Ten thousand angels are at my beck and call; they guard my way.
I rejoice out loud
Soft eyes wide-open, accepting my love as flowers accept sunshine
Leaves stir in the breeze and welcome me to rest in their shade.
It is music to me
Beginning
Blooming
Bubbling
and Bold

326. Warm banana bread327. Rain cooling the roof of my house328. Being free329. Working hard and getting things accomplished330. New office mates and looking forward to seeing them tomorrow331. Watching tv and just chilling332. Having confidence that what comes around, goes around333. A comfortable bed334. My dog (even though he smells pretty bad)335. Not smelling like insect repellent and campfires336. Cool breezes

About Me

I've been blogging for a year. I'm not a writer, but I think I have something to say. This blog has become a journal of my life, especially my life on Tamoxifen. I love sharing my journey to Being Happy and getting feedback from my readers. I believe everyone can change and you don't have to be done living life to the fullest until you are dead.